Song for A
I still remember auburn hairso soft as finest silk
curling across our lovers' lair
and skin as white as milk
I sucked and kissed the humid curve
of her soft lower back.
I hit upon her special nerve -
my hormones raged: "Attack!".
Entwined among the sheets we lay –
panting in the heat of noon.
Though work would hasten me away
an eternity too soon.
Poetry by An-ders
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Written on 2009-02-05 at 15:07
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